it's a tooth, bud

For the past few days, my sunny disposition and sparkling personality have been clouded by bouts of spontaneous crying combustion. Daddy thought I might be teething, and darn it all if he wasn't right. I've sprouted a ... canine? And as you can see, I'm not exactly thrilled about Mom poking around trying to find it. Hey, just because I like to put my hands in my mouth doesn't mean I want anyone else's in there. Nevertheless, I'm excited about the prospect of doing something fun with this new tooth, like gnawing on the dog. Love, Zak